bulimia, by Peaches |
every night i'd eat aloud in vain so they would hear me, worry not but all alone and once again i'd feel the pain and lose the plot i'd drop the pen upon the floor for help was far beyond my note and twice repeating nights before i'd slide my fingers down my throat |
Posted: 2009-06-16 08:46:06 UTC |
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2009-07-11 00:05:42 | CUTTS**AND_A_BROKEN_HEART |
wow, very good |